Comfort movies are like comfort food, they instantly sooth you but soon they make you feel even more depressed than you initially felt, not to mention guilty. I love romcoms while I also hate them. They depict a world of magical coincidences that I can never be a part of. I have no idea what a happy ending is in neither my personal or professional life.
European movies require some more... patience. The truth is, to convince myself to watch a French or Italian film I have to actually go to a cinema theatre. For the first half an hour I keep checking my watch but soon I sink in, and I remember what being happy feels like... It feels like the opposite of loneliness. You can identify with the three dimensional characters, with the open ending, even with the fact that everything happens in real time instead of fast forward.
But how does someone who is addicted to instant gratification moves on from chocolate and rom-coms? And how do I forgive myself every time I give in, every time I find myself hurting and crying over not being perfect enough?
